RISING EX WIFE Love Me Again Mrs Graves (Eva and Max) novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Maximilian point of view

The door slams behind me, and I lean against the cold wall, running a hand through my hair. My chest tightens with frustration, my anger was swirling like a huge storm and I can’t control it. I am supposed to be married to Sara not her sister, not that slut Eva.

Every time I look at Eva, I see my grandfather’s betrayal, my family’s manipulation, and the lies they spun to trap me in this marriage. And the worst part Is that she just stands there, acting like she didn’t want this. Like she didn’t know exactly what my grandfather and her father planned. I know everything about Eva to know better than to fall for that innocent act of hers. Sara and I were the victims here not her.

But even as I try to harden my heart against her, something kept drawing me to her, those brown wide eyes of her kept pushing me towards her, the way her hands trembled when she said her vows. Was that fear real? Could she really be a pawn in this, just like me or was she acting like the victim like she always does?

I shake my head, dismissing the thought. No. She’s just a manipulator who does anything to get whatever she wants. She had always knew that i loved Sara but she manipulated my grandfather into choosing her over Sara. She used the love my grandfather have for her to manipulate him, she had always been an angel in the eyes of my grandfather.

I walked down to the sitting, needing to get away from the noise of this house, this night, this suffocating feeling of being trapped. I can still hear my grandfather’s words ringing in my head.

" You need Eva, Maximilian. She’s strong, intelligent, and she’ll do what’s necessary to protect this family. Sara is a liability. You’ll thank me one day."

I grit my teeth. *Thank him?* For forcing me into a marriage I didn’t want? For choosing the wrong sister?

My footsteps made a loud noise in the empty hall way, my body moving on like a wounded lion. I need air, space anything to escape the huge load of the family name that’s been forced onto me, along with the expectations and responsibilities I never asked for.

I find myself on the terrace, the cool night air doing little to calm the anger burning inside me. I lean on the railing, staring out at the large, empty garden. The moon casts a pale light over the grounds, but it does nothing to get rid of the darkness and anger I feel growing inside.

For years, I have lived in the shadow of my grandfather doing what he likes. I thought he approved of Sara but when I prepared to marry Sara he came up with the idea of me marrying Eva.

Sara is the woman who i had have soft spot for and I knew how to handle her. But Eva? Eva is a manipulator and wild girl. She’s not like her sister Sara who is calm and reserve, the idea of living with someone like Eva bothers me a lot.

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Inside the house, the party continues family, friends, business associates all celebrating a union built on lies and manipulation. I hate it. I hate the way they smile, pretending like this marriage is something to celebrate. No one in that sitting room gives a damn about Eva or me. All they care about is the business alliance this marriage represents.

I clench my fists. My mind races back to the moment I saw her walking down the aisle, her eyes wide with what looked like fear. There was no joy, no happiness. Just resignation. For a second, I thought she might turn around and run. And a small part of me wished she had.

But she didn’t. And now we’re bound together, for better or worse.

I hear footsteps approaching from behind, the footsteps were soft..

“Max,” Sara's voice breaks through the silent, It was filled with sweetness but deep inside that voice was filled with tenderness and sweetness was a broken one. She always knows how to find me when I need space.

I stay silent, not in the mood for her games. She steps closer, her perfume wafting in the air a scent I used to love, but now it only reminds me of all the ways things have gone wrong.